Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

15- Night One

Hoseok's POV

"What are you guys hungry for?" I asked the two who were sitting down at the dining table playing Go Fish. Yoongi was unusually really focused on the game, Jimin slightly leaning over the table with his elbows with a very focused expression on his face.

"Just make whatever. We'll eat it," Yoongi answered.

"Alright," I said, excusing myself to make whatever came into my head.

***

I made a nice dome of ketchup and vegetable mixed rice on three large plates, then gently cooked beated egg with a bit of milk to lay over the rice. When that was done, I wrote the names of each person with ketchup on the egg. Carefully placing the plate onto my arm and hands, I brought them into the dining room.

"Okay, guys," I said as I made my entrance. "I made omelettes!" Yoongi quickly got up to help relieve me of the weight of the plates and set them down, Jimin gathering the cards and setting them aside.

"I'll be back with spoons," I said, leaving just before seeing Jimin looking at his dish in amazement.

As I collected three spoons, I could hear Jimin compliment my cooking, a smile coming across my face. I walked back, passing the spoons out, Yoongi digging in as soon as he got his.

"Thanks, Hobi."

"Thank you, Hobi-hyung!"

"Of course."

***

After dinner, Jimin helped clean up the plates and table while Yoongi went to shower.

"So, Jimin," I started as I passed a wet plate I just washed to Jimin.

"Hm?"

"Do you like Yoongi-hyung?" A short moment of silence passed as Jimin slowly wiped the plate dry in thought.

"I don't know..." He set the plate into the dish rack, his hands ready for another.

"I think he likes you." Was it okay for me to have said that? Eh, whatever. It's obvious. Jimin just needs a little help noticing that.

"R-Really? Why do you th-think that?" Jimin's stutter revealed that he was flustered and nervous, which meant he liked Yoongi. It's so easy to read people seeing that it's my job to do so.

"He gave you Play-Doh, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Jimin giggled. "It's really fun, I made a mustache for Yoong..," he trailed off, and I saw him shake his head, then continued to speak. "It's really cool. You should get one! What's your favorite color?"

"I like green."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?"

"Well, Yoongi likes black because it's strong. I like yellow because it's happy."

"Oh...well I like green because...it's the color of hope," I said as I thought of a reason on the spot.

"Wow! I've never thought of that. Green...like trees. They give kind of a hopeful vibe, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess they do."

"What are you guys talking about?" Yoongi said as he came into the kitchen, a towel hanging around his neck and his hair dripping droplets of water.

"Yoongi-hyung! Look, I dried all of these," Jimin said, pointing to the dish rack.

Unexpected of Yoongi, he patted Jimin's head in praise. "Good job." Jimin began smiling widely, his eyes practically closed due to it.

So they do like each other...

I smiled at the two, glad that Yoongi has finally found someone.

Jimin's POV

I finished drying the dishes and taking my shower. I stepped out of the cloudy bathroom and went to go find Yoongi. I went to the kitchen and he wasn't there.

"Hobi-hyung? Where's Yoongi?" I asked, peeking into the living room where Hobi was watching a movie.

"He's probably asleep," he took a glance at the digital clock over the t.v. "Yeah, he's asleep by now."

"Okay, goodnight, Hobi!"

"Goodnight, Jimin."

With that, I tiptoed towards Yoongi's bedroom and slowly opened his door. There he was, sleeping restlessly. Yoongi layed out a futon on the floor for me with a large, black blanket. I slid under the blanket and made myself comfortable. I closed my eyes in attempt to sleep, but something didn't feel right. I felt alone. Taehyung isn't here clinging onto me. I've gotten so used to it, it didn't feel right without him. Oh, no.

Yoongi's POV

Small whimpers woke me up, causing me to peel my eyelids open and groan, the whimpering stopping. I sat up and looked over to see Jimin huddled under the blanket, he peeked over and saw me, quickly hiding his head back under the blanket.

"Jimin?" I called out in worry.

"Y-Yes, Hyung?"

"What's wrong?" Jimin didn't answer, so I tugged on his blanket a little bit. "Tell me."

"I...can't sleep. Taehyung isn't here."

"What does he have to do with your sleep?"

"Ever since Jungkook left, he's been sleeping next to me and using me as his hugging pillow," he explained. Ah, he's not used to sleeping alone again.

I sighed and lied back down. "Do you want to come up here, then?" I offered, and the rustling of the blanket filled the air until I felt the other side of the mattress sink. Jimin lied down and faced me, keeping a body distance away.

"It's so warm under here," Jimin mentioned, pulling the blanket to his chin.

"Mm," I said tiredly, not really wanting to speak.

A hand suddenly grabbed mine.

"I just need to know you're here," Jimin said as he closed his eyes, quickly falling sleep.

I watched Jimin in his sleep. His cheeks pressed against the pillow, his chest rising and falling as he breathed. His grip on my hand was no longer there since he had fallen asleep. I brought myself closer and was met with more warmth. It felt so nice... I slid my arm over his waist to hold myself closer to him. It reminded me of the times I'd sleep next to my mom as a child.

I feel so nice, Mom. I feel so nice...

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